Waiter by day and connoisseur by design
Anne-Catherine at side and a heist oh divine

For my passions I fall
And at the trial, I recall
The art of expression
And eventual regression

Be my eyes, oh portrait les yeux
Absent, pose decoy; thus the collection grew

Such faces unrecognized
I’m framing the framer
The perfect fit, aptly devised
And yet, a remainder

Burn this lie! Burn this lie!
How can I hold on,
To ersatz… I try!

Dark, however, the others remain
Preserve them now, reserve disdain

Three of this kind, and one is mine

They’ve alerted the authorities!
This is warranted for search and seize

A detailed account-
I’ll let you all know
The vast amount
Of what, to the artists, I owe

So read my account
Of where this confession starts
I am the marauder
The marauder of the arts